Tag Archives: poetry
3 Unrelated Poems Written During Hurricane Maria
“The wind raped my Basquiat-covered walls. . .” Continue reading
King of Shame (poetry + photography)
The King of Shame takes a bow, contempts his whores as nighttime cash-cows. They think he cares, but he abhors those he lays at the seashore on a foul mattress with distressing springs left with a scent and a one-night fling. … Continue reading
Panzer Man
New poem by Stephen Earley Jordan II 1/31/2017. Continue reading
A Reflection: Manufacturing Poetry
I knew I couldn’t do it. But I tried. I tried my damnedest too. April was considered to be National Poetry Writing Month with the goal of writing one poem per day. I couldn’t do this. During this past month … Continue reading
You Should Have Been a Serial Killer (10 of 30)
You should have been a serial killer with the ways you stalked me like herpes at prom, disappearing like Houdini, reappearing from nothingness. I was never impressed. I needed you to go. Get gone. You should have been a doctor with your callous … Continue reading
Anschluss (8 of 30)
Fanatical man– Blood on concrete remains here. Raise your flag. Fly high. [This is #8 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write one poem per … Continue reading
Poetry and That Dark Place
My old license plate read: POET. Driving around was always a pleasure–everyone would speak with me at traffic lights and say they were supposedly a poet, too; or, could I recite a poem to them (as if I always had … Continue reading
Upon Being a Human Shield (7 of 30)
Do you think of me? I profess my heart has healed. Do you think of me as Winter’s wind licks your face? You wear me. I ravish you. [This is #7 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II for a National … Continue reading
Mein Kampf (6 of 30)
Separate substance with razor blades, and let the regime fall in line, then snort– White goons with right hands at 45-degree angles face the orange dipstick covered in oil and a smoke-yellow toupee, exuding power and certainty and judgment upon those once weak, and … Continue reading
The Deal (5 of 30)
Oh Deathmonger, why did you come, knock, knock, knocking on my door, when you knew there’s a doorbell? Why, Deathmonger, did you offer to save me in exchange for her? You waited, at the foot of my bed, glaring for two … Continue reading
